The poems describe the tragic experiences of pigs who are farmed in confined crates and destined to become bacon. The pigs feel depressed, lonely, and distressed in the cramped and dirty conditions. They dream of freedom to roam outside and play with friends rather than living in constant fear and sadness until their fate of being slaughtered for money. The farming practices are portrayed as cruel and inhumane.

1. A collection of poems inspired by the SUNDAY
investigation into some pig farming practices in
New Zealand

2. Living in here day by day.
I don’t get to have my say.
Depressed and lonely, fat and big
That’s my life for me a pig.
In this farm I am very sad
All the pigs in here are mad.
My dad got turned into bacon
To help with all the money makin’
Wonder what it’s like outa here
Will there be anyone who’ll care.
Condemned to a horrible fate
Living my life in this grotty crate.
Please someone, come rescue me
So for once I will be free
I don’t want to live like this
I want to play around in bliss
By Amber Sowerby

3. It is terrible being a pig
That is round fat and big
Condemned to this horrible fate
Living my life in this crate
This is where I get farmed
Man in here do I get harmed
For all the day I am sore
Eating the crap on the floor
To them I’m nothing but bacon
For all the money they’re makin
Living in this horrible smell
And that’s why I’m not that well
By Abbey Wilton

4. It’s terrible being a pig
That’s round fat and big
Condemned to a horrible fate
Living my life in this crate
I don’t feel very well
In this terrible sickening smell
I feel like a piece of bacon
From all the money their makin
I feel a lot of distress
Wondering how I got into this
mess
The life here is over for me
Why won’t anyone set me free?
By Crystal Chung

5. Its terrible being a pig.
That is round fat and big.
Condemned to a horrible fate.
Living my life in this crate.
I fell like a piece of bacon .
From all the money there making.
I don’t fell very well.
From this terrible smell.
It’s muddy cold and damp.
From the harsh shine of a lamp.
It’s so horrible being farmed.
And they don’t care I’m getting harmed.
By Roxanne Scheepers

6. It is tragic being a pig.
Being round, plump and big.
The sickening cries echoing by,
Will they get out, yeah pigs might
fly!
Condemned to a sorrowful fate,
In this dirty diminutive crate.
Look at all this money they’re
makin
Because of all our slithers of
bacon
Please help us ,to set us free
Or we will have to pay the fee.
Look at all the sorrow we pay,
Set us free and make our day.
By Shyane Ram

7. It is terrible being a pig
That is round, fat and big
Condemned to a horrible fate
Living my life in this crate
All I want is to race around
And dig down deep until I’ve found
A place to wallow in the mud
And taste all those scrumptious bugs
I want to have a brand new home
A place to feel free to roam
And find a brand new friend to play
All those piggy games all day
By Caralena Borisov

9. It is terrible being a pig
That is round fat and big
Condemned to a horrible fate
Living my life in this crate
My mind is going out I am distress
Everywhere in this small crate is mess
It is really scary being in there.
That peoples that not even care.
My dad got chop into bacon
Look at all the money they making
There are bugs flying in my ear
We not even get fed a pear.
By Corrina McRae

10. It’s terrible being a pig,
That’s round, fat and big,
Condemned to a horrible fate,
Living my life in this crate.
I hate the people that are makin’,
The stuff that comes out of me called bacon,
All day long I’m in so much distress,
How much longer can I live in this mess.
I have so much fear,
I need to get some beer,
I want to get out,
So I can roam about.
By Jordan Sinclair

11. It is a terrible being a pig
that’s round fat and big.
Condemned to a horrible fate
Living my life in this crate.
I cannot move I’m very sad
the man that keeps me all big and bad.
I haven’t had a wash in years
This horrible feeling gives me tears.
All I can hear is screaming
I wish I could start dreaming.
This place is not right
Me staying in here day and night.
By Sad’e Herewini

12. It is terrible being a pig,
that is round fat and big
Condemned to a horrible fate
Living my life in this crate.
Staring up at me, eye to eye
Among the cockroaches all which fly
Never to see the light of day
Never will piglets run or play.
Sickness encrusted, stale air
Living this way really isn’t fair
Cruelty to pigs just isn’t right
Stuck in the crates day and night.
The farmers really make some cash
By treating the pigs really rash
There are more out there, we might not know ‘em
Think of them as you read my poem.
By Jesper Peterson

13. It is terrible being a pig
that is round, fat and big
Condemned to a horrible fate
living my life in this crate
all I feel is sad
and it is driving me mad
always in distress
Living in this life of mess
always being in this place
I’ve got no room, I’ve got no space
Turnin’ us into bacon
For all the money they’ll be makin’
all my life I’ve been farmed
always being harmed
always feeling very sore
Hoping soon I won’t be anymore
By Sam Masterson

14. It is terrible being a pig
That is round fat and big
Commended to a horrible fate
Living my life in this crate.
My back aches, it is so sore
All I want is to be shown the door
I would run round the bend
To see all my friends.
I hate when I get hurt
they just treat me like dirt
It’s so very loud
Our country shouldn't be proud
I'm O so sad
It’s not my fault I'm mad.
It’s so sad when I'm makin
The fact I'm gunna be bacon !
By Cameron Mcinnes

15. It is horrible being a pig It is really sad Of this horror I can’t refute
Because I’m round fat and big Its not my fault I’m mad Oh how I wish I could mute
Condemned to a horrific fate All day long I chew on bars The roaring sound of pigs screaming
Living my life in this tiny crate I'd rather live on planet mars How I hope I am only dreaming
By Bailey Jackson

16. I’m a pig that's being farmed
They think we’re not harmed
Condemned to a horrible fate
Living a life in a crate
I’m a round rolling pig
With a stomach fed big
But I have a dream to be free
The sun and the sky I would see
They fatten us for bacon
In a crate for money Makin’’
The screaming it’s so very loud
Our country shouldn’t be proud
By Emily Horgan

17. It is terrible being a pig.
that is round, fat and big.
condemned to a horrible fate.
living my life in this crate.
The pig are a fat, pink bore.
Pig like to role around in mad but too sore.
Pigs are in here there are really sad.
The owner is furious and mad.
it is dark in this horrible place.
the pig has a very muddy face.
I’m going to be turned into a roast.
some people like to eat me the most.
By Brendon